34. Edgar Allan Poe stained glass

Hello everyone! what a lovely stormy day here in the Netherlands 🙂
How are you doing? I hope you are doing well

Today I’m going to show you my second evermade panel
With a wellknown person in it, and if you don’t know him, please do search him up.
Edgar Allan Poe, an american, mostly known for his work on the poem “The Raven” and short stories as “The fall of the house of usher” and “The Tell-Tale Heart” He wrote horror and moody poems.
I have worked on this one for some time and Im pretty much proud of it. Enjoying it every day 🙂

We have a stormy weather as this moment and has lasted for some days already, but adds the perfect moody effect for the photography of the panel :)!

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Edgar Allan Poe, writer and poet
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Glass I used for this one: Black Opal, Black/Clear baroque, Pale and Light Amber, Textured pale Green, Waterglass green/blue, Clear textured glass, and white/clear wispy
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The eyes are done with a black glass marker. Using wispy or baroque glass, as you can see for example,  in the hair and scarf gives it more detail.
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I personally enjoy stained glass as it gives color and joy on a depressing gray day 🙂
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Wooden frame can always be replaced by another frame (as replacing a photography or poster) you can easily take out the panel as long as you work carefully! however the only thing you need to do is add the chain to the new frame.

I feel fullfilled now that this one’s finished, I have many ideas for other well known people as well (variating from writers to scientists ) but as it takes a bit time for me I can’t say when. I’m currently working on a palmistry hand for fathers day and will be available on etsy hopefully by today or else tomorrow and Im also working on the Stag of Summer, which means the Stag of Spring will soon be gone and returns next Spring.

Right now, this panel is also the most liked one on my instagram 🙂 I’m grateful, thank you.

My favorite poem Of Edgar Allan Poe is called “Alone” and it goes as this:

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view—

Nice one, isn’t it?


From somewhere in the netherlands
where the sky’s now rainy and gray
Wherever you are right now,
I wish you an amazing day.

RH

 

 

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